GOLDEN GATE GLOVES (FIGHT CARD) Page 8
by Jack Tunney
Maggie grabbed my hands and planted a long kiss on my sore lips, but I didn’t care it was the best kiss I’d ever had.
“You can’t get rid of me know,” she said as she pulled away and looked at me with tears glinting around the edges of her eyes. “You’re stuck with me Conall O’Quinn, whether you like it or not.”
I put my arms around her and held her in a tight hug, as I kissed her again. And not for the last time either.
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